#ofdiffxrentworlds

♚   He sits pretty behind his desk, shuffling absently through some papers. Looking up, the young Overlord sets his work down as his attention is caught by someone at the door. He gives a gentle smile, and stands to greet them.

      “Oh-”

   Head rests gently on the other’s lap as e seems to drift in and out of sleep, before he carefully turns himself onto his back, looking up at the other with tired jade eyes.

{{ L }} Well this was a tough one but to have Zorin ask them really threw him off and meant she saw him as trustworthy and maybe even a friend though he knew she wouldn’t say it out right.

{{ L }} “Well I would say be yourself, and not the big old meanie life has ‘made’ you become but the caring person I know you are deep down. It will be hard ti reach that side of you since he have gone through so much but I know you aren’t the monster you want people to believe you are.”

“Also, may said person feel like they are important to you by showing them respect as I do with you.”

[ 卐 ] - “You’re kidding, right?” she scoffed, hoping his first statement was meant to be a parody more than anything else. Like hell she was anything like that. Naive idiot. Just because she’d show mercy to a few people that didn’t piss her off sure as hell didn’t make her ‘caring’. Fuck. Was this really the best person she had to go to for advice?

Then again- it wasn’t as though she had much in terms of options. And whatever he had to say probably was better than anything she would come up with on her own.

|| Gizmo was fitting Haruhi to make a special battlesuit for her, measuring her body to make sure the design would fit her just right. However, as she was being measure, Haruhi noticed that Gizmo seemed to be lingering on certain parts for a bit long... ||

The resounding, dull thud coupled with the sudden shock-wave felt on the ground was plenty enough to disturb the once peaceful field and forest. It was the cause of such commotion, however, that really beggared belief. Standing about twenty meters out was the form of a young child--a girl to be specific. She couldn’t have been more than eleven years old, barely over a meter in height. Bearing brilliant blue eyes and porcelain fair skin only lightly tanned by the orange hues of the sunset, she certainly made for a very pretty looking little girl. But her expression was one of formal disdain, perhaps even disgust.

“Ah..oops!”